Chapter 108 — The Silent Confession
The royal chambers felt too quiet after the chaos of the poisoned feast.
Cairis had dismissed every servant and guard with a single growled command. The heavy doors sealed shut with a resounding thud, leaving only the crackling of the volcanic hearth and the faint clink of Liora's enchanted chains to break the silence.
She stood near the center of the room, wrists and ankles still bound, silver collar gleaming coldly against her throat. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders, but she refused to show weakness.
Cairis paced like a caged predator, still wearing his blood-streaked ceremonial armor. The goblet of wine in his hand was forgotten. His crimson eyes kept flicking toward her — angry, conflicted, hungry.
"Sit," he finally ordered, gesturing sharply at the edge of the massive bed.
